The Good Things in Life...

sometimes it's hard to conjure up the good things in one's life when there's a thorn in your side that continues it's persistent demand for attention...so here are things that help dull the pain:

incredible friends
yoga
living in my little hole in a wall
new adventures with an old habit that now brings some prosperity
great sex
my ability to connect with strangers that i can help
the enjoyment of food and wine
sisters
an 80 year daddy who has a great attitude and is undemanding
independence regardless of a shitty economy
freedom to live my life
sleeping
incredible friends

An Autumn Trip With Dear Kati For Her Birthday

The Prodigal Returns

After a 24 hour hiatus from his home the Boy showed up tonite fairly oblivious to the anxiety that was created by his rebellious act of his incommunicado disappearing act. But in fact, I wasn't nearly as disturbed as I would have been a month ago. There is a whatever attitude that develops after awhile because a realization sets in that there is absolutely nothing one can do to stop him or change his thinking. Safety is the main priority and after several incidents I decided something: I looked into the future and saw that in a few short years I would review this time and could have regrets because i was too stressed, anxious and angry to enjoy the rest of of the people that are in my life right now. I have an incredible amount of positive things going on and I refuse to let myself get caught up and dragged down with an irrational space alien of a teenager that is trying to find his way in this world.

I am extremely grateful to the kind of friends I have. KR introduced the theory of the Vital friend, of which she is one. Always there, always ready to help. My friend who lives in the House with the Pink Pillars is another one. KT, in the midst of her own crises, never ever feeling sorry for herself, asks first what she can do for me...Just three of the many people out there...I ask the question: am I also a vital friend?

The Boy is here for some reason and he will eventually figure out what that is- with or without me, the law, or his so-called friends. It's gonna hurt him but I'm determined for it not to take me down...

And I will not blame anyone for my gray hair! Looks good, does it not? Al, dear Al, took these photos at Ann's Hawaiian bash and he makes everyone look beautiful...

Why oh Why Did God make Teenagers!?

so what the hell! is the Dr. Jekyl, Mr. Hyde syndrome the norm these days for what a parent has to deal with when it comes to teenagers? has living in America become a detriment to the parent population: too many distractions, choices...? do the Aliens come down sooner and keep the Teenagers for longer?

how is it that for one 24 hour period your life is so simple and pleasant, harmony ruling the family universe and then with the click of your ruby slippers you've been transported to the Land of Oz and in front of you stands a Freak-Child?

i don't wanna do it anymore...somebody take the Boy away...

The Suits and Their Crackberries Go Out For Cocktails

a girl has to step out sometimes - even with the economy crashing down all around her and her Republican clients bailing out of their gardens and heading for their second homes...thank goodness for a sympathetic friend in need of a companion to drink a Tom Collins with. the Green Ram careens around the corner here at Truett Place to collect me and off we speed (literally) to downtown's Urbane....oh so elegant and loaded with Suits and their Girl counterparts. all and sundry just waiting....and waiting....but hold on! they all have their Crackberries at the ready to fill in the dead space...as my friend K says: it's the new cigarette. whew...

the Crash that Brought Us Together

Lots of boo-hooing, anxiety, irrational behaviour occurred the other night and it wasn't a knock down drag out with the Boy. Nope, it was me having a freak fest because my kinda new laptop told me it didn't have a hard drive any more. So there, you smart ass lady...take that! The Boy was actually the one who took control and tried to calm me down, telling me to Step Away from the computers. Did I mention that I was trying to piece together three other units, all on their last legs? No passwords, a missing cord...

I eventually pulled it together and so, out of chaos came a connection with someone who may actually become the Man of the House one day.

Could this be him?